Moving Poem
"Write your dreams," said Carolyn Kizer,
(She, the wiser of our workshop fools.)
New rules for us, so I rise from bed,
still cordoned in sleep to record this one
of many in which you star, now far
away, to help you pack, knowing you'd be
back always, from where without me,
time took you. In the midst of this,
you turned to embrace and enter me
with such ferocity of passion as was your
fashion, anyway; the door shut against all
comers, no pun intended, until our first-
born knocked and entered as he did
that February day so long ago, and when
you were gone, he said, "I never thought
of you as lovers," and I said, laughing,
"How did you think we got you? by
divine design and direct intention. "
Husband of late, you attend me now,
it seems, only in the parallel
universe of dreams.
Copyright © Nola Perez | Year Posted 2012
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